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a lack of compassion drives the “sane” to be “sinister”--- ne’er was a truth so certain to be than to deprive a person of freedom & then wonder what will happen as a result, or to force them under these conditions (of which we’re all beat down upon daily) to live without a friend, or worse yet, to live as one who has been decided by others, to be unworthy of such love, to be unworthy of the bare necessities of life & then to be expected not to burst open with a vitriolic & violent repercussion--- be it a school shooting, a serial killer, a genocidal dictator or just a plain ol’ monday morning murder, which leaves all (those whose lack of compassion on any given day has subsequently “blessed” the rest of us) with an “errant” taste in the mouth & the constant, annoying, question of “why, why, why did this happen?!” as if there had never been another way--- embracing the addict, in opposition to condemnation embracing the lonely, in opposition to ostracization, embrace those who defy definition, in opposition to labeling them “strange” or “wrong,” so as to further cast them out, is the only certain way to build a better world.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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